[Verse Two: Mysonne]
Let my tape rock, I say shit
I'm tired of the radio just playin this fake shit
Feel like I'm Neo, this is +The Matrix+
Niggas is waste and washed up, chicks is basic
I'm faced with a dilemma now (What?) I can tell 'em how (How?)
They favorite rapper's a clown or I can let 'em drown (Word)
I represent the streets, I can't let 'em downFive-star general - YES! Forget a crown
I sit around with bosses
That's married to the streets, never gettin divorces
You say you want fame, well that fame, the cost is
Pain and losses, it ain't all chains and Porsches (Nope!)
I'm a artist who paintin portraits
The life I live it could make you nauseous (f'real)
Streets endorse, I speak what's true
All you DJs' know what to do (*Let my tape rock)